Arati Chokshi

I think a perfectly good book is often destroyed by supposed cleverness and intermingling of two unmeshable stories. One is healing, redemptive and connecting between two living beings - the author and her hawk, which is enchanting, delightful. But this magic is interspersed with tales of a depraved man, dead long back, who also had a hawk. I was definitely not interested in him or a fictionalised account of his life - which was a downer on the whole Hawk love story.